laying there
and feeling the sleep
covering
drifting into
the original sound
of the silent sleep
the dream worlda great place
with the perfect sound
and the great time
the five year mark
old patiences
patient and wise
gone forevera lost sea of trials
a single way to know
the losing breath
of the gone
and the space betweenthe sound is the way
the blocked range
a reshare
it was not the way
the way to go down
to the river
and find the pathall the friends
gone
asleep
in the dream world
we visit again.
